[Freya shrugs, her lips forming a slight pout. She realizes that but she doesn't particularly have to like it. She hates feeling like a science experiment or a hamster in a ball.]

I know. There really is no point in thinking about it, huh.

[She rolls her head to the side to look at the girl, long blond hair spilling over her shoulder.]

Let's tell stories? Preferably ghosts stories but I'll settle for anything.